When it came to work, Anjing Zhen became animated and spoke at length, quickly immersing himself in professional analysis and explanation.
At first, as he explained, he could still hear sounds of agreement and puzzled questions coming from beside him.
Whenever he heard them, he promptly responded with an explanation, but gradually, the affirmations and questions disappeared.
When he noticed this, he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder. Turning his head in surprise, he discovered that Kitasan Black had fallen asleep at some point and was now resting her head on his shoulder.
Clearly feeling the weight on his shoulder, as well as the soft touch and warmth at his side, Anjing Zhen's cheeks immediately heated up, and he did not know what to do.
His first instinct was to move his shoulder, but he immediately worried about waking Kitasan Black and froze in place.
After a moment, he hesitated, then somewhat flusteredly reached out. Carefully supporting the back of Kitasan Black's neck with one hand and her knees with the other, he laid her flat on the sofa.
He moved very slowly, while Kitasan Black continued breathing evenly.
The moment her head touched the sofa, Kitasan Black mumbled twice, as though she had dreamed of something pleasant, then gave two quiet, silly chuckles.
Then she smacked her lips, half-turned onto her side on the sofa, placed her arms side by side in front of her, and drew her legs together as she curled up.
When Kitasan Black hummed softly, Anjing Zhen thought she had woken up. He stiffened at once, holding his breath as he stared at the girl on the sofa.
Like a baby, the girl was curled at the waist with her arms tucked in and her knees drawn up before her chest, breathing steadily.
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